A Wet Netball Weekend

I was shaking because of the damp breeze blowing into my soaking wet netball dress.  I was like an iceberg.

“2 minutes to bell”, I heard the timing lady call out.  We heard her loud and clear.

My opponent that was defending me pushed and shoved me like I was a puppet in a show.  I got on my toes and put my cold wet back against her.  She could not get past me.  I was holding her.  She did not look happy.  The whistle blew at the same time as the bell.  It was like a cat scratching a blackboard.  Everyone raced to the ball.  We were a crazy herd of antelope being chased by a pack of lions wanting their dinner.